She may be the face I can't forget. The trace of pleasure or regret may be my treasure or the price I have to pay. She may be the song that summer sings. May be the chill the autumn brings. May be a hundred different things within the measure of a day.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3274 | 2022-05-18 18:57:06 | 171.90 | 99% |
| 2958 | 2022-02-14 19:41:38 | 146.42 | 96% |
| 711 | 2021-08-07 09:08:58 | 161.64 | 98% |